Page 66 of His Wife

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he whispered in pure unadulterated pleasure. “God, it’s never felt this good.” He reached down and began to run his fingers through her thick hair.

This is it! I’ll make it good. Lisa used every trick that she she had seen and learned through her private late-night pornography home screenings.

She made an O with her mouth as she ran her lips all the way down to his shaft and consumed all of him in one swoop. She ran her mouth and tongue up and down his length until he thrashed and groaned with desire. She made sure to pay special attention to the sensitive spot under the head of his penis as she caressed his balls with her fingers. Then she began to alternate from his dick helmet to his balls with her tongue.

“Oh god.” His voice was husky with lust. “Oh god.”

Lisa couldn’t help but get more and more turned on by the idea of fucking the son of the man that she almost married all those years ago. He was getting closer and closer; she could feel it. She kept her lips firmly around his cock and jerked it harder and faster until he erupted his juice into her eager mouth. His dick nectar filled her so that she let some dribble down her chin and onto her eager breasts.

Afterward, they both sank to the ground once more and cuddled in front of the fire, caressing and murmuring; more sounds than words.

She wiped her face with her panties; which she found resting on the chesterfield that she’d sat on earlier, and lay her head on his chest.

“That was amazing,” said Tim, feeling completely drained and overwhelmed by his unexpected - yet very welcome - sexual encounter with Lisa. He leaned his cute facedown to look at her. She took in his laughing eyes before he closed them and placed his lips on hers. They kissed, softly and more tenderly this time. As though they had been lovers for a long time.

“So,” said Lisa, “I know I should have asked earlier but how old are you anyway?”

“I just turned nineteen,” he replied.

God he’s young enough to be my son, she thought. But why does this feel so right?

“So,” she said, “are your parents actually getting divorced or was that a lie as well?”

“That part my mom wrote to you. I just manipulated your coming here.” He smiled a crooked smile.

“And why the costume?”

He blushed again. So becoming! “I read somewhere that you said your ideal man would be someone in a uniform,” he replied.

Lisa laughed out loud. “Sorry for laughing. It’s just that journalists like to twist words. I remember that quote. I was interviewed after making a stupid, historically inaccurate war movie a few years back. The journo asked if I liked a man in uniform and I believe I said, “What woman doesn’t?” A few weeks later he wrote the article. Apparently I only liked men in uniform. It’s funny how things can still haunt you long after the fact.”

They both laughed. He had the most wonderful, natural, uninhibited laugh.

Chapter 5

It had become dark outside. Still naked, the pair made their way up the stairs to the master bedroom. It looked like a princess’s chamber with a large four-poster bed covered in satin. Above the fireplace was a clock. As they entered the room the clock struck 11:00. The countdown had begun. Lisa’s fortieth birthday was less than an hour away.

Moonlight streamed in through window, illuminating Lisa’s face and bare skin. Instead of turning on a light, Tim made his way to the fireplace and bent down to make a fresh fire. Now her dark hair flickered once more. It almost looked like her head and her pussy were on fire. Almost.

“Before we go any further,” said Tim, “I need you to know something.”

“Please don’t tell me that you are in love with me,” said Lisa, “I mean it’d be sweet but I just met you, you know.”

“No, no,” he was quick to say. “It’s not that. But I think I should tell you before we go any further.”

“You don’t have an STD do you?” she inquired, both alarmed and concerned.

“God no,” he replied.

“You are not nineteen, are you? You are much younger! I knew it!”

He held up his hand, snickering. “Okay. You can stop guessing now and just let me tell you. I am nineteen years old like I told you. I didn’t lie about my age. I don’t have an STD. I’m not in love with you, but I am pretty infatuated, and I still can’t believe the things that we did together downstairs. But before we go any further, I need you to know that what we did downstairs is the furthest that I’ve ever gone with anyone.”

Lisa swallowed hard. Oh my God, he’s a virgin, she thought, just like me. Should I tell him or just go along with it?

She walked up to the bed, sat on it and opened her legs wide so that her pussy was on display. Like a sculpture in a tastefully curated museum. She was neatly trimmed, with just a small trail of hair above her labia. “Come over here,” she said, deciding not to come clean to him, not yet. She wanted to remain dirty for as long as possible.

He did as he was told.

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